shadow1950 Poetry (355)

So simple, Yet profound
A Trail, a link, a chain
Diversity of meaning
In each and everyone

Twilight Years 2
by Linda Hillier 26/02/2013

As my life moves into these years
I stop and reflect
my mind takes me back
to places I have been

to the poignant memories

so many places
so many thoughts
each one special
many things form us

when life kicks you in the face
when the weight of the world
seems too much to bear
dust yourself down, move on

take with you instead
the laughter , happiness and even pain
all experiences are good
the fault is how we relate to them

as time now growing short
marches relentessly on
I pause, reflect ,and try
to leave behind the hurts

so much still ahead
many things yet to do
I pause in my thoughts
then push them away,

future beckoning me ever on

Two things in life all share
birth marks the start
two babies side by side
let them share and grow
step back, watch the years pass
remark the changes to each
when death doth knock the door
one heaven bound; the other straight to hell

Adversity

by Linda Hillier 25/02/2013


Life is full of this

every day new paths appear

Which one to take?


Straight ahead maybe the clearest

or to right should my foot steps go

yet again maybe i need to follow the left


who knows?


each one will have its own challenges

different choices to make

so I blindly stumble each way


choices, choices so I choose

not knowing my fate

only that it will define who I am


Adversity

I laugh in ur face

knowing full well

I am as I am

Darkness by Linda hillier 24/02/2013



You wake up and ponder

maybe wonder whats the point

all u can see is the darkness

all u can feel is the world's despair

it envelopes you until u can't breath

u struggle to sit up and push it away

but all that surrounds you is darkness


How can u free yourself from its chains?

what will bring u a ray of light

we all have a guiding spirit to lead us

to take us back to the light

look around when u are in despair

think of others worse off than yourself


see the truth that stares us all in the face

just open your eyes and your heart too

and back into the shadows the darkness will fade

The Stallion By linda hillier 11/01/2013

edited on 21/02/2013

The Stallion

A thunder of hooves rang out as over the hill's brow

a herd of wild horses appeared

Leading them a jet black stallion

his mares close behind

spinning to a stop, he sniffes the air

then leds them to the babbling brook

Standing guard as they drink

while the foals buck and frolick

he climbs a small hillock

a truely magnificent sight

coat gleaming, long mane whipping

muscles rippling showing his power

he screams out in fury

as another herd approaches

then realising its his son

goes to meet them

they touch noses in greeting

together they stand guard over their herds

But men are approaching intent on capture

One dismounting and creeping up to the summit

signalling to the others they are there

they spread out lasso's twirling and gallop down

the stallions try to lead their mares to safety

the black tells his son, take the mares, its me they want

he pirouets and leads them a merry chase

many times he has done this

easily losing them in the foothills

not this day though as more men appear ahead

with a defiant scream he twirls to the right

shooting up a steep hill

don't worry one yells we have him now

he will have to turn theres an abyss ahead

on reaching the top the stallion launches into thin air

the men pull up looking over the edge nothing there

he has jumped to certain death rather than be caught

what a shame they think what a horse

sadness in their hearts they leave

little knowing that if as u jumped u twisted round the buff

there is a series of hidden ledges

leading slowly down to a faint path

that leads to the valley below

with a snort of joy he joins his son

what fun to again outwit mankind

here they can all hide there is all they need

from that day forth the black becomes a legend

a dream in mens minds

a story to be told around camp sites

some wonder though if he still lives

especially when mares are taken in the night

the rest laugh at them but we know

we know his secret, his hiding place and our lips are forever sealed

The Wolf by L. E. Hillier 15/01/2011

the soft breeze gently rustles through the leaves
brushing pass the sleeping wolf stirring its hair
then flits on its way to who knows where
the wolf stirs and comes awake sniffing the air
its time to go hunting but first a drink
the wolf slinks through the undergrowth
barely stirring a blade as he passes
quick look around as he reaches the brook
listens and smells the gentle breeze satisfied that all's well
he drops his head and drinks his fill
then pads away testing the air
suddenly he stills one paw in the air
listening intently he then crouches and inches forward
a sudden dash and snap of jaws
he eats his kill then back to his den
to settle down snug and contented
for tomorrow's another day come what may